Chapter 3
I was eighteen when I pulled my first rip off. Willie Mae found her an older cat and decided to get married again. Helga went back to St. Paul to teach. Her mother had died, leaving Helga's father alone, and she moved back to St. Paul to take care of him. When Helga left, my money tree was gone. She made me promise to come to St. Paul for a visit, and I told her I would.
"Don't worry about the fare," she told me. "Just let me know when you want to come and I'll have a reservation for you at the airport."
With Helga gone I was flat broke and I didn't dig that at all. It cut into my fucking in the worst way. I didn't dig those hallway and backseat quickies, which was about all you can get when you can't pay for a motel or hotel room.
There were other older broads around, but still in all, I had to have some bread while I was getting myself a new situation. I'd long since quit school. When the old man bugged me about it, I left, and went to live with Helga. I stayed until she decided to head back north, and then I got me a room at the "Y" which was all I could afford. Helga left me with a nice little bundle of bread, but this didn't last forever, so I was broke.
I really hadn't planned the rip off, it just happened. I was standing on the corner of 53rd and Lake Park when I saw the ofay stagger out of a tavern and start down the street. like he'd really tied one on, and it came to me that it would be damn easy to take him. So I took off after the bastard. He was in a world all his own and really wasn't aware that anyone else was on the street with him.
I caught up with the bastard just as he was passing an alley. I grabbed him in a half nelson, and dragged him back into the darkness.
"You make a mother-fucking sound," I told him, "and I'll kill your white ass."
I went through his pockets in a hurry, and snatched his watch too. Then I gave him a judo chop in the neck, putting the bastard to sleep. After that I hauled ass through the alley and went out the other end. When I got back to the "Y" I checked out what I'd gotten. There was over $150 in cash, and the watch was so damn expensive I decided to get rid of the mother-fucker, cause it could lead the fuzz to me. I'd done alright for myself in only minutes of work.
Things started looking good for the first time in a long time, after I found me a line of work
I could handle. I was busy for the next couple of weeks. The drunks were an easy target, and it didn't take but a few minutes to make the rip off. Then I read in the paper that the fuzz had sent some special teams into Hyde Park to try to capture the strong arm bandit working the community. The minute I read the story I knew I had to start looking for another line of work. I also decided to move out of the "Y" just for insurance. I had me a nice little stash from the rip-offs, and I figured to cool it, and see if I could find some kind of gig. It wasn't that I wanted to work badly, I just didn't want to wind up in the slam.
I made up my mind to move the next day, and rented a one room apartment in an old apartment hotel on 49th and Blackstone. It wasn't a bad scene; there was a restaurant in the lobby, there was maid service, and it only cost fifteen bucks a week; and if I wanted to take some company upstairs, all we had to do was get on the elevator.
At eighteen I looked like 22 or 23, and this helped me get the fucking started again. Two days after I moved into the joint I made it with the day switchboard operator. She lived in the building and that made it real easy. It was when I moved into the hotel that I started using the name Don Juan. I read about the real Don Juan and how he'd fucked so many women, and I took that name when I registered in the hotel.
The minute the desk clerk saw my name she was interested.
The real Don Juan was something else," she said. "At least from what I read about him," she told me.
"I'm better than he ever thought he was," I told her.
"Talking like that can get you in trouble if you can't back it up," she replied.
"Anytime you want the proof let me know," I told her.
"You jive ass nigger," she said.
"I'm ready when you are," I said.
The next night I was in my room digging some sounds, on the new radio I bought with the money from the rip offs, when there was a knock on the door. I opened the door and the desk clerk was standing there.
"I'm ready for the proof, she told me.
"Come in and make yourself comfortable," I said. "You have an advantage on me though.
"Advantage?" she asked.
"You know who I am," I said, "but I don't know who you arc.
"I'm Yvonne Smith," she said.
"Yvonne is a nice name," I told her. "What're you doing here so late."
"I live here too," Yvonne said. "My place is on the third floor. Why don't we go up there."
"You lead. I'll follow, I told her.
It was just a short walk to her pad, and like man it made my place look like a rat hole. The owner had made a three room apartment by knocking out some walls. Yvonne had freaked the joint off with bright colors and the place was looking real good.
"No wonder you didn't want to stay in that hole I have," I told her.
"Well you just moved in and I figured it would be more comfortable up here," she said. "Besides I've got everything we might need."
Yvonne was a high yellow chick with long brown hair. Her features were more white than black, but she claimed to be folks.
She was a tall slim woman with a small waist that flared into large hips and thighs. Her breasts were small but they looked nice through her blouse. Her most outstanding feature, however, was the sign of the family; her butt was a beautiful sight to see. I'd walked behind her all the way to the apartment so I could watch her ass action when she walked. By the time we reached her pad I was ready to get the fucking started.
"What'll you have to drink?" Yvonne asked me.
"I'm not a drinker," I told her.
"Want something to eat?" she asked.
"Right now I've only got one thing on my mind, I said.
The proof?" Yvonne asked.
"The proof," I replied.
"Your move daddy," she said.
I grabbed the front of her blouse with my hands and ripped it apart. She gasped slightly when the material tore, but her eyes never left mine.
"Strip!" I commanded. "And make it fast."
I stood and watched her come out of her clothes; it only took a couple of seconds. When she was naked, I just stared at her for three minutes. I didn't move and I didn't say one word.
Then I casually took my new vines off. When Yvonne saw my weapon, a slow smile creased her face, but she didn't say anything. As soon as I was bare ass, I called her over to me and we stood facing each other. From the look in her eyes, I knew she was hot as hell, and I hadn't even touched her.
I sat down in a stuffed chair and told her, "Give me some head, baby."
"No way, daddy," she answered. "That's not my bag."
"It is now," I said.
"No way," she replied.
"Bitch, come here!" I ordered.
"Wait a fucking minute. . . . " she said.
Before she knew what was happening, I was out of the chair and on her ass. I smacked her once right across the chops and she flew across the room, hit the wall, bounced off, and fell to the floor. She lay there dazed and I got my belt. When she saw me with the belt she held up her hands and cried out, "Don't, baby, please don't."
I stood above her and laughed.
"You need to be taught a lesson," I told her.
"Baby, please," she begged.
The strap whistled when I drew it back and sent it flying toward Yvonne's almost perfect ass. It bit into the flesh and left a large red whelp. When the strap hit her ass, Yvonne filled the room with her screams.
"You keep that up and we'll have unwelcome company," I told her.
"Don't hit me again, baby, please," she begged again.
I sent the strap flying into her ass again and drew a second whelp. This time there was no scream, only the tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Daddy, please," she begged, "I can't stand to be hit; I'll do whatever you say."
"If you can't stand being hit," I told her, "You have to learn to obey." Once more I sent the strap into her ass, then she climbed slowly to her Knees and grabbed my thighs. She buried her face between them and her mouth grabbed my cock. She drew it deep into her throat, and started giving a blow job to end all blow jobs.
"like a lollipop," I told her. "like a sour pickle, suck it like a sour pickle."
She drew my cock deeper into her throat and sucked it just like it was a pickle. The pleasure in my loins began to spread all over my body.
I locked my fingers in her hair and held her face tight up against my crotch. I could feel my dick pushing down her throat. I began to wiggle my hips and move my ass about.
"Suck!" I commanded.
She sucked on my joint while I fucked her in the mouth. She pulled on my dick with long, hard, sucks and a look of pleasure came into her eyes. She played with the head of my dick with her tongue and nipped it gently with her teeth. I wiggled my ass and moved it around and my cock flowed back and forth in her mouth. Yvonne moved her hands up and down my thighs and caressed my ass. Her hands were like soft silk and their touch sent my load shooting into her mouth.
I jerked with pleasure and emptied my nuts into her mouth. She swallowed my come to keep from strangling. She drew all my come out, and held my dick in her mouth until it went limp. Then she fell backward on the floor; her legs were parted, and her cunt was in full view. It was easy to see that Yvonne was ready for fucking. My cock got an instant hard-on when I saw her sweet steaming twat. I dropped to my knees and sent my cock plunging into her with one even stroke.
Yvonne reached up and grabbed my ass and drew me tight against her cunt.
"You better make it good, you mother-fucker," she snarled. "Or I'm gonna denut you after the ass kicking I just took."
"I am, the greatest, baby," I told her. "Get ready for the fucking of your mother-fucking life."
I rammed my cock into her with all the force I could put behind it. She fought to bring her ass up off the floor, and each time she brought it up, I slammed my cock into her steaming cunt and shoved it and her ass right back down on the floor.
"Oh Lord, you black son of a bitch," she screamed. "You jive low life, no good, mother-fucking nigger. It's good, baby, it's so Goddamn good. Fuck me, nigger, fuck me."
I raised up on my knees so just the head of my dick was in her cunt, and then I started to tease her. I rolled my hips around in a circle so that my dick was just barely going into her cunt. She reached for my ass and tried to pull me back down on her, but I held my position.
"You no good bastard," she snarled. "Fuck me, I ain't no toy to play with."
I laughed at the top of my lungs and slammed my cock down into her again. She locked her legs around my hips to hold me down and raised her ass off the floor and started whipping the pussy on me. She had an educated pussy.
I stopped playing games and got down to some serious fucking. Yvonne twisted her body into knots and slammed her cunt up against me.
"I want the proof," she shouted. "I want the mother-fucking proof."
I gave her the proof again and again. It was the most savage fucking I'd ever done. There wasn't any love in it at all. Just hard, brutal, violent fucking. She snarled at me, and cussed, and the fucking was good.
"I'm coming," she screamed. "Oh Goddamn, it's so mother-fucking good!"
She shot her load twice in succession, but I still had mine to go. I kept right on slamming my cock into her oozing cunt which was filled with her come. She locked her arms around my neck and started humming a sing song melody.
Then I shot my load and filled her cunt to overflowing. I kept slamming my cock into her and each time I did, I shot my nuts off again. After the third time all my come was gone, but my cock was still hard as steel.
"God damn, nigger," she exclaimed. "Don't it ever go down."
"Almost never," I told her.
"Hallelujah, there's gonna be good fucking around here!" she said.
Finally I rolled off of her in exhaustion, but my cock was still ram rod stiff.
"Momma'll take care of it for you," she said.
Leaning over, she started blowing me off for the second time. She licked my cock from my balls to the head. She nipped the head with her teeth, and she took the whole damn thing deep into her throat. She sucked it like a pickle and fondled my balls with her fingers. Thrill after thrill went surging through my body, and then I shot my nuts again and filled her mouth with come.
She kissed me all over and licked my whole body with her tongue. "Roll over," she ordered. I obeyed without any protest. She put her mouth on my asshole and darted her tongue into it. The touch of her tongue in my ass slammed me against the floor.
"God damn, baby," I shouted. "God damn!"
Her tongue in my asshole drove me over the brink. My cock was hard again and she told me to roll over once more. When I was on my back she sat down with her cunt over my face and took my cock into her mouth. I got the message and parting the lips of her cunt, I grabbed her clit with my teeth and nipped it gently. Then I settled down to sucking her pussy off. At the same time, she was working on my cock like it was chocolate candy. The more I sucked the better it got and the more she blew my joint the more I wanted to suck her sweet juicy cunt. Then it happened. She filled my mouth with come at the same time I shot my nuts, filling her mouth too.
We unwound and laid on the floor. We were too damn tired to get up.
"You move in tonight," She said, "I'm not gonna leave you running loose for the bitches m this mother-fucking place to shoot at!
"Easy baby," I told her, "I fuck who I want, when I want. Don't forget that."
"You jive low life nigger." She snapped.
"You dig this nigger, I told her, ' and so will all the others."
I moved in that night. The apartment was real groovy, and besides, I didn't have to pay any rent. Yvonne turned out to be a real good cook and the fucking was just as good. It was Yvonne who introduced me to Jesse Williams and Frank Lewis. They both lived in the hotel and each one of 'em had been trying for her cunt for over a year.
Meeting Jesse and Frank was the beginning of my life, as a stick-up man. Jesse and Frank had been operating together for a couple of years, and they were big time dudes. The told me about some of the jobs they'd pulled and I remembered reading about them in the paper.
"Dig, man," Jesse told me. "The straight life is fine for honkys, but ain't no nigger ever gonna get any big money that way. We got to take ours."
"We got this Job we want to pull and we need a wheel man. Jesse and me were thinking that you might want in," Frank told me.
I got to admit I was flattered with these two top flight dudes asking me to come in on a job with em. like it was out of sight.
"I'm in, baby," I told 'em. "Just tell me the time and the place."
"I knew you was an alright dude when Yvonne became your woman," Frank said.
The job they had in mind was a supermarket on the Southside. According to Frank, we'd be able to get $15,000 out of the store if we hit it along about 5 P.M. on Saturday afternoon. All I had to do was stay in the car and have it ready to move when Jesse and Frank came out, my cut would be three grand.
I told Yvonne about the job, and her eyes went wide.
"I didn't know those two were holdup men," she told me. I'll be damn."
"Coming here was my lucky move," I told her.
"You be damn careful, you hear," she said. "I don't like funerals."
"It'll be a piece of cake," I replied.
Still when Saturday came I was a nervous as a Momma cat with a new litter. They had me drive the car, a souped Chevy, so I would be used to it. We drove out south about 3 P.M. We cruised the streets checking out the alleys and stop signs and lights. Then at 4:50 Jesse and Frank went into the store. I sat in the car in the parking lot, near the front door. Three minutes after Jesse and Frank went into the store, I started the motor and drove toward the front door at about five miles an hour. The car had just started moving when Frank ran out the store and gave me the speed it up sign. I slammed the gas pedal to the floor and it went from five to thirty miles an hour in less than ten seconds. I hit the brake, and threw the front door open and the same moment Frank grabbed the handle on the back door and threw it open as he piled in the car. I hit the gas pedal again and the car started moving; just as I slammed the pedal to the floorboard Jesse dove into the car through the open back door. When we hit the street, the Chevy was doing 55 miles an hour and just getting started.
"That stupid mother-fucker," Jesse said. "I should've offed the son of a bitch."
"No good, baby," Frank told him. "That's buying the big ticket, and I don't want that trip."
'He had to go play hero," Jesse said.
"His job is to stop us, if he can, and our job is to get the mother-fucking money, that's all."
"I still should've offed the mother-fucker!" Jesse said.
While they were talking, I kept my eyes and mind on what I was doing. It was all up to me now, and if I fucked up, we'd all be taking a real long trip. It was armed robbery and the price for that is high in Illinois. I shot past the Dan Ryan Expressway and kept going west. We'd figured the cops would expect up to take the Ryan since the store was so close to it, and we figured we'd just pass it up. Just before we got to Halsted, Jesse got out and waited to catch a cab. At Halsted I turned south and at 95th, turned into a small garage and put the Chevy in a stall.
"Now we take our ride home," Frank said. He got out of the Chevy and led me to an old Buick. "This will outrun the Chevy but we never use it on jobs," Frank told me.
Once we switched cars, I was able to relax a little. From that point on it was a piece of cake, just like I'd told Yvonne. It was 7 P.M. when we got back to the hotel and Jesse was waiting in the lobby. He told us they'd mentioned the job on the radio.
"The mother-fucker said we got $20,000," Jesse said. "Let's take a look."
There was nineteen thousand, three hundred dollars and some change in the bag Frank was carrying. They took eight grand each and I got three grand and the change.
"Now you stay away from us for awhile," Frank told me. "The fuzz know us and they'll be around. They don't know you and that's good. It's why we picked you. Our old wheelman was too well known."
I put my cut back into the paper bag and started for the door.
"Hang loose, kid," Jesse told me. "This is just the beginning."
"You know it," I replied, and closed the door as I went out.
When I laid all the bread on Yvonne, she almost went ape-shit.
"How'd it go?" she asked.
"like a piece of cake," I told her.
"You jive son of a bitch," she said laughing. "Just for that I'm gonna fuck you stupid."
We didn't waste a minute getting into the sack. Yvonne started in blowing my joint and like it was out of sight. I was still all up in the air about the job and she was blowing my joint, driving me out of my fucking mind. The excitement was too much for me, and Yvonne had me shooting my nuts off almost as soon as she started. She kept right on working on my cock and it stayed hard. Then Yvonne climbed on top and began to ride my cock. I took her tits in my hands and played with the nipples. Yvonne squatted over my cock and worked her ass like it was a perpetual motion machine, sending shivers of pleasure racing through my body.
All the time I was fucking, I was thinking about the money laying on the coffee table in the next room, and thinking about the money and everything I could get with it made the. fucking that much better. Yvonne was doing things with her ass no one could have made me believe was possible if I hadn't been laying under her while it was happening.
"Fuck me, bitch!" I shouted at her. "Fuck me, you yellow ass bitch!"
"You jive ass, black son of a bitch!" Yvonne screamed. "I'm gonna fuck you until you beg me for mercy."
I grabbed her arms and pulled her to me, then I raised my ass and flipped her over on her back. I managed the move without taking my cock out of her cunt. When she was on her back, I started slamming my cock into her with savage abandon. She drew her legs up and locked them around my neck, rolling her cunt up into a right angle, which made my cock slam all the way to the bottom of her juicy twat each time I plunged it into her. She kept moving her ass like it was a perpetual motion machine and I fucked her with savage, brutal thrusts of my cock. Each time I slammed my steel hard cock into her, Yvonne screamed.
"You jive ass black bastard," she shouted. "Oh, you got a big one. Oh, you sweet mother-fucker!"
"Fuck, bitch!" I told her. "Fuck!"
The perpetual motion machine twisted and rocked. Yvonne laid that pussy on me and sent shiver after shiver of wild, wild pleasure racing through my body. She closed her eyes and slammed her cunt against me and snarled and cussed and scratched my back until her fingers were covered with my blood. The stinging of my back made me slam my cock into her harder and harder each time, and this made her laugh with joyous glee.
She grabbed my ass and held on. A madness took hold of me and I shouted and laughed each time my cock slammed all the way to the bottom of her sweet juicy cunt.
"Oh, you yellow bitch," I told her. "How's the proof?"
"Out of sight, mother-fucker," she replied. "Out of sight!
My cock slammed into her cunt and my nuts exploded. I shot come into her cunt until it spilled out and ran down her thighs. I kept slamming my cock into her while I shot my load, and then she busted her nuts too. Her whole body shook with the savageness of her coming and jerked uncontrollably. As Yvonne spewed her come, she laughed at the top of her lungs. Slowly, the perpetual motion machine ground to a halt.
Then we both fell into an exhausted sleep. I woke up twelve hours later, iust as Yvonne was getting ready to go to work. It was while she was dressing that I decided to get me my own apartment and some wheels too. I knew just the pad I wanted; it was Helga's old apartment. I told Yvonne what I was gonna do; she didn't like the idea. She also told me she wasn't gonna give up her apartment, or her job either.
"I'm gonna keep em both," she told me. "So when you go to the slam, I'll still have something going for me."
"I ain't gonna go to no mother-fucking slam," I said.
"And it ain't gonna rain no more," she replied.